It’s been a presumptuous inclination of mine to assume that anything I had to say justified it’s own website. Yet, I continue to act under that egotistical illusion, and convert it into reality. I don’t know exactly why I’m driven to do this type of thing. Very few people here will remember Codex Vitruvian, a website that kind of took on a life of it’s own. The sites over the past few years pale in comparison (at least in ambition); but the basic content areas remain unchanged. Criterion include things that interest me, things I tend to think about, even when I would prefer not to.

There is this other thing...

As a card carrying introvert (member since 1962), I’m not good in front of people. And I’m no good in off-the-cuff conversation. I see other people do this so effortlessly, but I come across as stilted and aloof and dull. See? First impressions can be accurate. Apparently it’s okay to judge a book by its cover occasionally. It doesn’t mean I don’t think about things, I do. I just can’t express those things on demand. It takes time. More time than the world at large allows one. So I need time. And  I need to write it down. Because otherwise, all that flutters around my feeble brain are disconnected ideas, stream of consciousness beach debris, and the irrational ravings of a 3:00AM heart. It helps me to be required to give it form. I like to think that I pursue several important things in my life that have nothing to do with my place of employment or its responsibilities. Nobody ever asks about these things though, so this is one my forum to talk to myself out loud.